Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Holy shit.
We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
Tell me you killed my wife.
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
Expensive car.
I'm right here, baby.
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
I never had the nerve To love you
I'm glad he's doing good.
You have no idea.
Come on, Clay.
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
They're Mick pricks.
What do you think, gentlemen?
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
Niners? Mayans? Who?
...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
- He was brown. Right.
Heh. Miracle drug.
Realization There's no easy way to be free
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
Oh.
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
How was the walkabout?
Run them through Dungloe.
It's bullshit.
True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
Getting it done.
Right as rain is.
...or we find you and we do this again.
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
I missed you, bro.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
No! No! No!
...and drive back to Nazi town.
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...